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In a nutshell: Sean Penn directs this story of an idealist's
ultimate rebellion
IN 1992, after graduating with honours from Emory University in
Georgia, Chris McCandless donated the $24,000 he was supposed to spend on
law school to charity organisation Oxfam, cut up his credit cards and headed
for Alaska.
He didn't want the new car his Dad offered, or a career. He wanted to be
alone in the wild, like Henry David Thoreau, one of the writers whose words
he'd call up on any occasion.
Using Jon Krakauer's book as a starting point and Eric Guatier's
ultra-vivid cinematography, actor-turned-director Sean Penn (in his fourth
feature) tells a haunting true story. With a magnetic starring performance
by Emile Hirsch, the film is a man v nature story, road trip and
philosophical journey all rolled into one.
Deservedly nominated for a Best Editing Oscar nomination, the film moves
organically back and forth in time, using Chris' diary and his sister
Carine's (Jena Malone) reflections. It starts after Chris has reached Alaska
and tells how he got there and his past, including childhood moments. Eddie
Veder's soulful riffs form the soundtrack for the journey.
Baptising himself Alexander Supertramp, Chris reaches Alaska by
hitchhiking, taking on odd jobs and not telling his parents (William Hurt
and Marcia Gay Harden) about his plan. Once he's there, Chris writes about
achieving "ultimate freedom" and becoming an "aesthetic traveller... no
longer poisoned by civilisation". Though no wildlife expert, he sets up camp
in a surreal abandoned schoolbus, meditates on the landscape, flora and
fauna, and hunts small prey.
The winter is as harsh as the way he leaves his parents worrying. Though
charismatic and intelligent, Chris is unforgiving, as he seems to punish
them for their constant strife and efforts to find happiness in consumer
goods.
In a lively contrast to Chris' philosophising and solitude, Penn weaves
in a series of vignettes where Chris connects with strangers, including a
hippie couple (Catherine Keener and Brian Dierker), a good-hearted
South Dakota farmer (Vince Vaughn) and a lonely elderly man (Hal Holbrook,
who is nominated for an Oscar). He also meets a nudist Scandinavian couple
after kayaking illegally down a Grand Canyon stream and gets beaten up by a
man who catches him riding a train car.
Most importantly, though, Chris encounters himself. In one literal
example of this, Chris wanders through a city after having travelled to
Mexico and back. Stunned by the skyscrapers and the civilisation he left
behind for a few months, he looks into a popular bar and sees a man in a
suit sipping a cocktail, who looks at the scruffy traveller with
disapproval. As Chris continues staring, suddenly that man "becomes" him.
It's his other self, the one he's avoided becoming.
Penn's honest film achieves a similar effect as it asks the viewer to
consider what it would be like to live without computers, cars and
refrigerators, to fight with the elements in the wild.
Showing at Astron, Ideal,
Village (The Mall)
Redacted
In a nutshell: A fragmented fictionalized account of an Iraqi
girl's rape by US soldiers
BRIAN De Palma's outrage over the war in Iraq is palpable in
Redacted, his fictionalised telling of the real-life rape and murder of
a teenage girl by US soldiers.
Certainly this is a story that people need to know about, if they didn't
know it already. His technique, however, tends to be gimmicky and cliched.
The writer-director strays from his typically stylised aesthetic with
this stripped-down pastiche of fake footage: a soldier's hand-held video
diary, a French duo's sepia-toned documentary, TV news pieces and online
video from both a terrorist website and the blog of an army man's wife.
His point, of course, is that we're not getting a full picture of the war
from the mainstream media. But by showing us absolutely everything from
myriad perspectives, it feels like De Palma is beating us over the head.
Taking this fragmented approach also slows down the pacing of the narrative;
just when one part of the story gets going, we get yanked in another
direction.
Ironically, Redacted might have been more compelling if De Palma
had redacted himself a bit - if he hadn't been so overt, if he'd given us
enough credit to think for ourselves and come to our own conclusions about
these men and the choices they made. (The graphic ending, a series of photos
of the bloodied bodies of slain Iraqi civilians, serves as a harrowing
exclamation point. Then again, what else would you expect? This isn't
exactly a filmmaker who's made his name on subtlety.)
he unknown cast members mostly look stiff and self-conscious, as if
they're performing an off-Broadway play on film, contributes to the
sensation that we're watching something that's obviously staged and makes it
tougher to become truly immersed.
In revisiting much of the same territory as his 1989 Vietnam picture
Casualties of War, De Palma presents the tried-and-true types of the
genre. Within this unit of soldiers at a checkpoint in Samarra, there's the
bookish Blix (Kel O'Neil); the enthusiastic Salazar (Izzy Diaz), who hopes
the video he shoots will get him into film school; McCoy (Rob Devaney), the
group's conscience; the overfed country boy Rush (Daniel Stewart Sherman);
and the wild card, Flake (Patrick Carroll). Ty Jones plays their
tough-talking sergeant.
There are some moments of genuine tension - a deadly IED attack, a scene
in which a couple of Iraqis in a hurry fail to stop their car at the
checkpoint with horrifying consequences. But a lot of Redacted
consists of teasing banter and waiting for the inevitable midnight raid of a
family's home where a couple of suspected terrorists live.
Far from home and fueled by a dangerous mix alcohol and machismo, the
soldiers burst in, shooting whomever they please and taking what they
believe is theirs. Some of them try to stop it. Others sit idly by and
watch.
In real life, a 14-year-old girl was raped and killed in March 2006 in
Mahmoudiya, 20 miles south of Baghdad; her parents and sister were also
killed in the attack. Four US soldiers already have been sentenced for the
crime, a fifth has pleaded not guilty and is awaiting trial.
(Christy Lemire, AP)
Showing at Etoile, Odeon Cosmopolis,
Odeon Starcity, Ster (St Eleftherios),
Village (The Mall, Rendi)
There Will Be Blood
In a nutshell: The ambiguous moral tale of an oilman with a faint
vein of goodness in him
LOOSELY based on Upton Sinclair's 1927 novel Oil!, Paul Thomas
Anderson's There Will Be Blood is the decades-spanning story of a
hard, antisocial oil prospector named Daniel Plainview and his chance at
redemption as he both adopts a son and encounters an ambitious preacher.
There is, by the end, exactly what the title promises.
From the first discordant notes that play (courtesy of Radiohead's Johnny
Greenwood) and lack of dialogue, it's clear that this story will be chilling
and unusual. Indeed, the film is haunting, even if BBC composer-in-residence
Greenwood's in-your-face orchestral soundtrack sometimes implies more drama
than the plot supplies.
UK actor Daniel Day-Lewis won a BAFTA award - and may take home an Oscar
too - for playing Plainview. In the part, Day-Lewis freezes part of his
facial features - as if to stop any emotion from trickling out - and peers
out at the world from merciless eyes. He produces a gruff, salesman's voice
that also seems to mask his true feelings most of the time.
In the first scene where Plainview finally speaks more than monosyllabic
grunts, he smoothly presents his plans for an oil well to a town,
accompanied by HW, the bright, silent boy (Dillon Freasier) he's adopted.
Only in one scene, where he confides in a half-brother (Kevin J O'Connor) he
never knew about, does Plainview reveal his inner thoughts through words.
"There are times when I look at most people and don't see anything I like,"
the oilman says in his single relaxed moment. He adds: "I'd like to make
enough money to get away from everyone."
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The story follows the Minnesotan's life from 1898, when he mines for
underground treasures alone, to 30 years later, when he is a reclusive
tycoon. In between, the film records the battle for this antihero's soul.
Though financial success smiled on him, Plainview's relationship with HW
seems to be the true test of his moral mettle. When times are good, the boy
tags along like an eager puppy. But when the boy is hurt in an accident,
Plainview instead spends that night staring with admiration and dread at the
out-of-control, enflamed well gushing oil.
Plainview is also tested by a nemesis, the young evangelical preacher Eli
Sunday (excellent Paul Dano of Little Miss Sunshine). Sunday is the
son of one of the men whose land Plainview bought in the town of Little
Boston in 1911. The young evangelist, who straddles both the spiritual and
material world, negotiates for a prominent role in his town as it is rebuilt
to harness oil. Initially, Plainview brushes off the overzealous priest, who
mesmerises the simple townsfolk in his makeshift church. But, with time,
Sunday's demands become more intense.
As Plainview struggles with his dark self, the film constantly defies
expectations. It isn't a film - as director Thomas Anderson and Day-Lewis
pointed out at an Athens press conference on February 14 - with a love
story, for instance, tossed in.
The risky film instead focuses on recreating a time, place and nascent
industry, with lots of visual details of the early oil business. It never
aims for documentary-like realism, though, as the film remains focused on
moral battles and theatrical confrontations. In There Will Be Blood,
there are lots of shots of Plainview thinking, but also of him battling with
bedroom fires and exorcisms alike.
Though the final section of the film, set in a mansion in 1927, is
somewhat anticlimactic and overdone, the film's unpredictable form and
content have nicely lined it up for eight Oscars.
Showing at Aello Cinemax, Aigli,
Apollon, Athinaion, Athinaion Cinepolis,
Attikon, Cine City, Kifissia Cinemax,
Nana Cinemax, Odeon Cosmopolis, Odeon
Starcity, Petit Palais, Sporting,
Ster (Ilion, St Eleftherios), Tria Asteria,
Village (The Mall, Rendi, Pangrati,
Falyro)
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